She puts the pen to the paper.

This is her only escape,

The only way she can create what is her mind.

The words she writes are like her babies.

Flowing from her mind to the paper;

Apart of her forever,

but she needs to get them out.

If they stay inside to long,

they will kill her.

They will suffocate her from the inside out.

The fear,

the rejection,

the emotions will strangle her

to the point of death.

There is nothing she can do

she must let go,

and put the pen to the paper

her fingers to the keys

to release the truth

to create a meaning

for this so called life.